watching my husband work at his job,
you know I love him so,
is somehow akin to watching paint dry
or listening to spring grass grow.
Explanation, Studly Doright called earlier and asked if I’d come to his office in Tallahassee so we can run some errands when he gets through with work this afternoon. Like an idiot, I said “yes.” So here I am watching him type and listening to him make major decisions via phone calls.
I did spot this oldie but goodie photo of the two of us. It was taken in ’04 at his office’s Christmas party in Orlando. Honestly I thought I was fat back then! Oh to be that fat again. I’m sad to report, Studly still owns, and wears, that awful gold sweater.